Chris Brown & Tyga - Bunkin' (ft. Jay 305 & T.I.) | Текст песни

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• Chris Brown & Tyga
• Bunkin' (ft. Jay 305 & T.I.)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
100, keep this shit 100
100

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

[Verse 1: Jay 305]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuck it months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about [?]
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
?
Even if not ? brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
?
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you dont
Want this shot the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my ?
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that

Got money in the mattress ?
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with ?
?

My condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case will you ?

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Yeah my niggas thugging

? some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy

Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Your bitch choosing
Your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'

[Hook: Chris Brown]

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